"Fly me to the moon.
"Let me play, among the stars...
"Wanna see what spring is like on,
"Jupiter and Mars..."
**
Frank Sinatra was singing gently over the record player. I'd insisted they'd get one in the bunker, somewhere to play my countless records. Frank Sinatra, Arctic Monkeys, countless others. I even had some of Dean's.
"Babe!" Sam called. "We're home."
I smiled widely. "In the kitchen!"
"What'd you make?" Dean asked, coming in. "A whole buffet, huh? Wow."
He sat down at the table as Sam came in. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing my cheek and my jaw and my neck. "Hey," he said in my ear.
I turned around in his arms, smiling and standing on my tip toes to kiss him gently. "Hi," I said.
He smiled, kissing me back. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. It was so lonely."
"You had Frank." We both chuckled a little.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Come eat."
He smiled. "Good. I'm starving."
***
"In other words, please be true,
"In other words, I love you...
"In other words...
"I love you..."
(A/N: Sorry, I know it's pretty short, but I got inspired to write some fluff 😌Feel free to request! I love you guys!)